Newgate closed his backpack and clicked on the heart-shaped icon in the system interface.
He quickly scanned the information of the three little ones; apart from a steady increase in their stats, nothing else had changed.
〈New addition〉Thatch
[Affection: 23 / 100 (Naive Longing)]
[Loyalty: 29 / 100 (Trust Beginning)]
Inner thoughts: “I’ve never seen anyone as strong and gentle as Old Man.
I really want to cook for everyone!”
…”Gurararara!
Thatch!”
Newgate suddenly called out.
“I’m hungry, cook me some food!”
Hearing Old Man’s words, Marco and the others also realized.
From the battle just now until now, they hadn’t eaten or drunk anything, and their stomachs were already rumbling.
“Everyone…
everyone…”
Thatch pouted, tears welled up in his eyes, and finally, he burst into tears.
Newgate walked over to Thatch, gently patted his head, and comforted him, “Thatch, will you keep cooking for us from now on?”
“We are family!”
“Thatch can cook?”
The three little ones exclaimed in surprise simultaneously.
“Gurararara!
Of course he can!”
…Newgate walked out of the room and saw a Rocks Pirates combatant.
He didn’t know the man’s name, so he just shouted, “Hey!
You, come here!”
The pirate heard Whitebeard’s voice, looked left and right, and then realized Whitebeard was pointing at him.
He walked over nervously.
“Um…
Whitebeard-sama, what can I do for you?”
“Go, get me some ingredients!
The more, the better!”
“Yes, yes sir!
I’ll go right away!”
The pirate quickly left as if granted a great pardon.
The pressure from a powerhouse like Whitebeard was simply too much for him.
Before long, the pirate returned with a few slaves, carrying large bags of ingredients.
There were thick large bone sticks, various fresh vegetables, sea fish…
Thatch was very familiar with the palace.
He led a few people directly to the kitchen.
Newgate and his pirates still preferred to hold banquets outdoors; indoors, it always felt like something was missing.
With their stomachs protesting, they couldn’t care about such things right now.
Moreover, the noisy environment downstairs, with occasional aftershocks from pirate duels, was not an atmosphere he and the little brats enjoyed.
Did he need his own ship to truly have unrestrained freedom?
Newgate pondered…
Not long after, Thatch had already prepared a large table of sumptuous dishes.
Unlike the delicate cuisine he used to make for the king, these were hearty portions, fitting his own taste: roasted meat dishes and roasted large bone sticks, with vegetables merely as a garnish.
After all, he had been eating leftovers every day and hadn’t had a satisfying meal in a long time.
Looking at the fragrant, colorful, and delicious food brought by the slaves,
Whitebeard’s appetite was greatly stimulated.
After Thatch took his seat, everyone raised their preferred drinks and toasted:
“Welcome, Thatch, to Old Man’s sons!”
“Hey, hey, you brats, is that the right way to put it?”
…”Hahahaha!”
Amidst laughter and joy, the group ate ravenously.
Marco picked up a large bone stick and took a fierce bite, his eyes instantly widening.
The roasted, golden-brown large bone stick was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an excellent texture.
With one bite, the rich meaty aroma exploded on his taste buds.
He devoured an entire large bone stick in a few bites, then turned to grab a pineapple juice, gulping down a few mouthfuls to wash down the meat stuck in his throat.
Just in the time it took him to drink, the food on the table rapidly diminished.
Jozu, Vista, and the newly joined Thatch were all eating with both hands, stuffing food into their mouths, their movements so fast they blurred.
They only paused slightly when taking a drink.
Newgate himself was no different.
He had to admit, Thatch was indeed worthy of being the chef of the future Whitebeard Pirates.
Even at such a young age, the food he made was perfectly to his liking…
Before long, the stomachs of the little ones were all round and bulging.
Newgate himself was no less full.
They all let out satisfied burps.
In a harmonious atmosphere, the group finished their dinner.
They would rest in the palace tonight!
After working non-stop for a long time, Newgate himself needed to slow down.
Looking out the window at the pirates around the bonfire, completely immersed in revelry, Newgate’s lips curved upwards.
After settling the three little ones, he walked towards the room Rocks had prepared for him…
Pushing open the door, under the dim light, a spacious sofa appeared in the elegantly decorated white room, with a large bed next to it that could accommodate Newgate.
By the bed, two young girls stood with their heads bowed shyly.
They wore alluring but not revealing form-fitting clothes, the carefully prepared outfits accentuating their youthful figures with graceful curves.
“Who are you?”
Newgate frowned.
citizens of Flevance.
Miss Bakkin said that if we serve you well, we won’t have to be slaves.”
The girl on the right was clearly a bit bolder.
As they spoke, both had already raised their slender necks.
They looked identical, their tear-filled eyes gazing piteously at Newgate.
They were even a pair of twin flowers!
After a good meal and drink, thoughts turn to other things.
Newgate was not averse to this.
He stood by, and with the two girls’ assistance, he took off his cloak and outer trousers.
His well-built, muscular body was exposed before the two young girls, making their innocent cheeks flush red.
They exchanged glances, and the bolder girl gestured for Whitebeard to sit on the sofa.
With trembling hands, she awkwardly massaged Whitebeard’s body.
Feeling her small hands, light as nothing, rubbing his back like a tickle.
His brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
The imagined pleasure of a massage did not come.
It left him in an uncomfortable limbo, extremely irritated.
“Stop!”
Newgate’s deep voice rang out.
“Ah!
Sir!”
The two girls exchanged terrified glances, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
They had tried their best to follow Miss Bakkin’s instructions, even preparing themselves to offer their bodies.
If this lord was not satisfied, the only path awaiting them was to become slaves.
Thinking of the miserable fate of slaves, their delicate bodies trembled incessantly.
Before them, this was clearly the worst-case scenario…
Just then, the closed door suddenly opened.
Miss Bakkin, wearing a pure white hip-hugging skirt, her long, rounded legs wrapped in black stockings particularly eye-catching, walked over with a charming smile.
“Newgate, what’s wrong?
Were these two not attentive enough?”
Miss Bakkin’s light blue eyes held a smile.
It seemed she had just washed her hair, her golden short hair casually tucked behind her ears, adding a few touches of mature charm.
Seeing Miss Bakkin’s graceful and charming attire, Newgate immediately sat up.
The two young girls were even more rigid, tense beyond words.
“No…
I just lay down for too long and wanted to get up and move around a bit.”
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